Hmm... I see the storm in the final element of this one, nostr:npub1dsdgn279kkzrmuxxq2v686l26k8u97hjkve342zlpqcfsqk4xtpstkl2mp.  The heat of a too cruel summer building a tension to be roared out in a release from the sufferring of purgatorial sun's fire.  The weather getting you down, I take it.

By the way, as you mention rose, I recall you have wild roses nearby.  Roses do well with spent coffee grounds, of which I suspect you have plenty.  Don't overdo it though - they can make the soil very acidic.